Aurelia took the children—back to MATed and Assia—got married after ourDivorce—the door to Court GreenOpened up once again—to the thingI wanted to do—more than anythingWhich was to write—in a private wayHome and healing—letting slow weeksGo calmly by—my heartbeat calmNo husband, children—summer again

Then I saw her—there in the gardenThe one I thought I lost—the one whoAlmost lost me—and yet there she wasMy Ariel lover—she who was my OtherThe poetess within me—my Lesbos selfComing to me—holding the thin bookThat would wing me—now all theseYears later—away from the closetInto the realm—of the BBC again…